Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Orgasm. a poem...


The warm air on my face.
Rushing through fine hairs.
Moisture in the air touches your lips.

Slowly all senses awaken.
You're in another place.
Another world.

You're alone.
Allowed to feel .

You close your eyes.
Sore over high mountains and valleys.
Purple.

Out to the desert far away.
Back to green.